Professor Hutchins tidied up his desk as the students exited his classroom, their murmur growing thankfully more distant as the moments passed. “Finally,” he sighed to no one in particular. His week had been a doozy, as the Department was short-staffed and he was required to grade not only his own classes’ mid-semester exams, but also pitch in and grade other professors’ students as well. It was an all-hands effort, with zero extra pay, and he was starting to resent his choice to enter academia with its interminable busywork and unappreciative students.

Once he was satisfied he was alone, he opened his top right drawer and pulled out a small metal flask of pure relief. He unscrewed the top and took a large mouthful of sweet scotch, swishing it around like mouth rinse, and allowed it to plunge down his throat in a fiery stream. “Aaaahh,”, he thought, “this is better than sex.”

“Can I have some?” Professor Hutchins practically choked as he heard the inquiry come from near the doorway. His face flushed from a combination of the scotch and shock as he saw Tracy standing there, looking unsure of herself, but with a devilishly playful grin nonetheless. He was momentarily dumbfounded and speechless, but then tried to gather his wits and say something sensible. He did not succeed, instead having a serious lapse in professional judgment and nodding an invitation for his student to come share a drink.

Tracy was unbelievably hot, and flaunted her body constantly. She was of average performance in her studies, but was a genius in knowing how to wear exactly the right outfit that accentuated her ample curves and provided instant erections to all nearby men. Professor Hutchins often found himself straining to avoid having his eyes dart towards her short, tight skirts, which always managed to show plenty of her plump, velvet thighs, or her tight blouses which revealed generous hints of creamy white, inflated breasts. Now this angel was walking towards him, and his heart beat hard as he realized in a moment he would be party to an act that could get him barred from teaching forever. He knew why she was here, and he decided that he was going to let her have it, that he earned this moment for all those years of toil as a teacher and loyalty as a husband in a completely unfulfilling marriage.

Tracy grabbed the scotch from him, and took a generous gulp. Some of the liquid dribbled from her slightly open lips and splashed right into her cleavage. Her tongue flicked around the tip of the flask, licking every drop of the spilled liquid and then sucking on it seductively. She unbuttoned her blouse, and leaned over for Professor Hutchins to have a lick of scotch off her huge breasts. It was the moment of truth for him…he could end this now, or delve headlong into a fantasy that every red-blooded man in the world would consider throwing away a career and a marriage for.

He hesitated…then plunged face first into those glorious fat breasts, eating and breathing scotch, bra, shirts and nipples like an animal. Tracy moaned and strode on top of him, gyrating on top of his now rock-solid cock through his pants. A primal beast awoke in Professor Hutchin’s soul as he ripped his student’s blouse and bra completely off, then pushed her off and bent her over his desk. He lifted her skirt and drove his face deep inside her crack, first licking her clitoris, and then putting his tongue deep inside her vagina. He rocked his head back and forth to meet Tracy’s orgasmic motion until she tightened up her body and climaxed which a high pitched squeal.

Professor Hutchins did not care who heard; he did not care if a news crew showed up and his exploits were featured on the evening news. This was worth it. It was worth all fifty years of a mediocre life he led, filled with frustration, disillusion and disappointment. For one glorious moment, actually, for the first moment in his entire life, he was a MAN—pure, primal man.

Tracy pivoted and reached right for his zipper. She pulled out his swollen member and sloppily sucked on his fat, throbbing cock. The professor relished the glorious vision of having the most beautiful girl he had ever seen give him head. He could not wait any longer, and stood her up and placed her on the desk again. He plunged his cock deep inside her and stabbed her with his penis over and over and over. Papers and pens fell off the desk and the desk moved forward with each thrust. Finally, he could hold himself back no longer, and pulled out just in time to shoot his hot fluid all over Tracy’s face, breasts, and stomach.

He was exhausted. Tracy was a disheveled mess. She got dressed as Professor Hutchins tidied up his desk. She turned to leave, but first placed a wet, erotic kiss on his lips, and said “Do you think I can have another drink tomorrow?” He smiled and nodded. As she left, Professor Hutchins sighed the deep sigh of a man who has turned a corner in his life and knows that his formerly mundane life was now awash in new possibilities.